Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2008 17:35:48 -0700 From: David Courson Subject: Quarterback with the Emerald Eyes Part 2 This story is fiction. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is merely a coincidence. If you are not allowed by law to view this material, please do not do so. If you are under 18 years of age, please leave now. This is a love story between two barely under the age of 18 year old boys in high school. If that offends you, I apologize and ask that you not read any further. Otherwise, enjoy. Quarterback with the Emerald Eyes -- Part 2 After school that day, I practically broke all laws to get home. When I did, I knew I only had about fifteen minutes before my mom would be joining me. Running into my bedroom, I pushed the door closed as I ran through it and quickly jerked my jeans open and laid on the bed. I knew I didn't have much time, so I went straight to work jerking off, reliving the events of earlier. Remembering Todd's lips on my own, how he kissed my chest, licked each nipple and finally taking my dick in his mouth. Just him blowing me was all the memory I needed. Before I knew it, I was blowing another big load. With my shirt pulled up to my chin, my chest was covered with my own milky climax. After coming down from my high, I looked down and ran my fingers through my cum and decided to see if it was as sweet as Todd had said. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I tasted the somewhat salty flavor of my seamen. It wasn't the same flavor as what Todd put in my mouth. Maybe it was a mixture of his saliva and my cum that made it taste so good. Before I could contemplate anymore, I heard my mother's car door shut. I jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom to clean up. After I came out, my mom asked how my day was. "Same as usual," I answered, smiling to myself. The following day at school, I saw Todd a few times but he never noticed me. He was always horsing around with his friends or throwing the football back and forth as they walked down the hall. What did I expect if he did see me? I guess, since we've gotten `closer', I thought maybe he might be looking for me or something. I don't know. Just wishful thinking, I guess. At lunch, Kelly and I both went through the line and found our usual spots in the corner of the lunch room and was just about to get into the history homework from the night before, when I felt a hand on my left shoulder. I turned my head, but no one was there. I turned back to the right and saw Todd stooping down, smiling at me. "Oh, hey," I said, a little startled. "Hey, Blake. Listen, I have a favor to ask." "Okay. What?" "I'm having a little problem with my math, and I heard you were one of the best and was hoping you could tutor me a little. You know, help me understand it." "Sure, when?" "I've got plans this afternoon, but I was hoping you might be free tomorrow. We could get together for a couple hours after school." "I'll have to ask my parents. They usually like me to come right home." "So, you'll let me know tomorrow?" "Sure. No problem." "Cool. If you see me in the hall, just stop me, okay?" "Will do, Todd." With that said, he removed his hand, which I hated because he was rubbing his thumb on the back of my neck, and left. "Oh, my GOD!!!," Kelly said as soon as he was out of ear shot. "What?" I asked. "That was Todd. Quarterback Todd Blyth. The best looking guy in the school." "Okay... And?" "He is soooo dreamy," she said with a starry look in her eyes. "If you say so," I played it off. I completely agreed with her in my head. I was about to say something about history homework when she cut me off again. "He has the most gorgeous eyes." A little confused about that statement, I asked her, "What makes eyes gorgeous?" Still with a starry look, she answered, "Todd Blyth." "I guess, what I meant was, what makes his eyes so gorgeous?" Coming back to her senses, she looked at me and said, "I don't know, but...He has the greenest eyes I think I have ever seen. I mean they're like two emeralds watching you. I could get lost in them forever. There's only been one other guy that I could do that to." "Who?" I asked, eating some green beans. "Brian Bloom," she answered. "Who's that?" I asked. "Some actor from the 1980's, I think. He has beautiful eyes. Look him up on the internet. You'll see." "Kelly, you know I can't use the computer without my parents there. They have it password protected." "Oh, yeah, I forgot. I'll try and get you a pic to let you see." I went back to my plate of food and thought about what she said about Todd's eyes. I never really noticed them before. I've seen Todd for the last year and a half, but never really paid any attention to his features. I closed my eyes for a moment to see if I could remember any detail of his face, but all I could picture was Todd. Nothing stood out. I made it a point to study his face tomorrow while I was helping him with math. That afternoon, I asked my mom about me helping Todd out, but since she hasn't met him, he flatly said no. I explained who he was and that dad had met him and she told me that I had to ask my father then. When he got home, that was the first thing I did. "Hey, dad." "Hey, son. How was school?" "It was fine. Nothing new. Dad, I have a question for you." "Okay." He set his briefcase down and gave me his full attention. "Do you remember Todd from the mall? The quarterback?" "Sure." "He's asked me to help him with some math tomorrow after school. He doesn't understand it and since I am in a higher math class, he thought I could help him out. Tutor him a little." "Did you ask your mom?" "Yes, sir, but she said no because she didn't know him. She told me to ask you since I told her you met him." "Well, I don't see why not." "Thanks, dad," I said turning away. "Whoa, sport," he responded, grabbing my arm. Looking at him again, he said, "I don't want this to interfere with your studies." "It won't, I promise." "What time does school let out again?" "2:30." "Where are you two going to study?" "I don't know. He didn't say. We'll probably go to a Waffle House or something like that." "Well, I want you home by five." "Cool, thanks again, dad." After arriving back in my bedroom, I gently closed the door and had the biggest smile for the rest of the evening. The following day at school, I saw Todd after first period with his buddies. I caught his eye and he came over to me. "Well?" "Dad said yes. But, I gotta be home by five." "Cool, that'll be plenty of time. After last period, meet me at the parking lot. I'll be waiting by the door of the third hall outside." "Cool." The rest of the day couldn't go by fast enough. Just to be with Todd for a couple of hours, even if it was studying would be great. At 2:25, I was ready to go. I had my book bag packed and was watching the clock. I realized how impatient I was being when I looked down and saw one of my legs bouncing up and down, nervously. When the bell finally rang, I took my time getting out of class then walked as fast as I could down the third hall corridor. When I opened the door, the flood of sunlight hit me and temporary blinded me. When they finally adjusted, there stood Todd waiting, as promised. When I got up closer, my eyes drank in every feature of his face. I stared into his eyes and, like Kelly said, there were two sparkling emeralds looking back at me. Before I knew it, I actually said `wow' out loud. "Wow, what?" Todd asked. I was about to answer, but someone bumped into my shoulder and I said, "I'll tell you later." "Okay," he said, a little confused. "So, you have a car, right?" "Yeah, it's over there," I said, pointing somewhere while still watching Todd. "Cool. You want to follow me, then?" "Sure?" I said, and then turned towards my car. Not thinking clearly, I stopped, suddenly and turned back around. "What car is yours?" "The blue Honda." After the parking lot had cleared about 70%, I found Todd waiting for me so I pulled up behind him and he took off. I didn't even have to stop. We drove for about fifteen minutes then pulled into a nice neighborhood that wasn't but about five minutes from my house. Two or three turns later, we pulled into a driveway that connected to a three car garage, two story Victorian style house with columns on the front porch from foundation to roof. I couldn't take my eyes off the house when I pulled in. At the last second, I looked forward and slammed on brakes, stopping just short of hitting the Honda. When I got out, I looked at Todd and asked, "This is where you live?" "Yeah. C'mon, let's get inside." As I closed my car door, I said wow again to myself. Once inside, it was more modern that I had expected. Nice décor, full modern kitchen, hardwood floors with beautiful throw rugs all around and nice bright colors on the walls. Todd interrupted my exploration of his home asking if I wanted something to drink. "Sure," I said, still looking around. A few minutes later, he came back with two Cokes and his bag in his hand. "C'mon. My room's this way," he said, leading me down the hall and up the stairs. The wall along the stairs was completely full of pictures of Todd and his family. Todd went fast, there wasn't anything new to see, but I took my time, looking at many pictures along the way. Any picture with Todd in it, I took an extra second to study and see him grow from infant to present day in a matter of minutes. The bottom portraits were of a young family and the further I climbed, the older they became, until I got to the top of the stair case landing. There was Todd smiling back at me as if he was actually standing in front of me. Those emerald eyes seemed to follow me no matter where I moved to. "Blake?" Todd called. Turning around, I saw the door on the opposite end of the hall open and assumed it was Todd's bedroom. "Coming," I said, and headed towards to cracked door. A few seconds later, I pushed the door open and didn't see him anywhere. "Todd?" I called. "In here," he said from the bathroom. "Be right out." "Cool," I said and headed over to his desk and brought out a notebook and a pencil. I heard the door open and figured he would get his book out, but when I turned around, there he stood, arms crossed across his muscular chest, wearing only a tee shirt. My jaw must've hit the floor because he said, "You didn't think I actually asked you over here to study, did you?" I was speechless. I looked at Todd's eyes, the emeralds staring at me and below them was his beautiful lips curled into a smile that could make an artic glacier melt in minutes. The tee shirt he was wearing was sleeveless and my eyes moved along his left cheek until it reached his neck and then followed his skin downward until his biceps pronounced themselves to me. They were huge. I have never seen arms so big, but now that I see his, I knew I had to touch them. "Blake, you okay?" he asked. "Shhhh. Just let me look at you a minute," I said, not taking my eyes off his arms. For the next few minutes, he stayed silent as my eyes soaked in every feature of the boy before me. After his arms were firmly burned into my brain, I continued my downward journey. Since he had on a shirt, I skipped over his torso and started at his feet and worked my way up. He had large feet with perfectly proportioned toes. Traveling up his ankles, I saw his beautifully toned calf muscles. The muscles themselves were large and actually could see them from the front of his legs. Looking further upward, his thighs caught my attention next. They were thick, beefy and very muscular. I traveled the outline of them on the inside of his legs and, even with Todd just standing casually, they just about touched under his scrotum, but there was just enough room for a piece of paper and not much else. That's when I noticed the treasure chest. Hanging low were two almond shaped balls, resting on top of his upper thighs. Nicely trimmed, light brown hair covered the silky smooth sack. Resting comfortably on top of his scrotum was his beautifully shaped, flaccid, long, cut penis. The base shot out of a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair and widened slightly into his shaft which was long and thick. The head of his penis was the perfect proportion to the shaft and hung lower than his scrotum. I could barely take my eyes off of it long enough, but I did want to see his back. I walked around him and stood behind him while my eyes traveled along his naked flesh. His legs were even more powerful from behind. The muscles of his calves and thighs were more prominent with definition showing every curve. When my eyes fell upon his butt, I couldn't believe a better looking one existed. They were perfectly smooth, half moon shapes from profile and head on, they looked like two small versions of basketballs split down the middle with a dark line of light brown hair filling the crack. When I lifted the back of his shirt to get a better look, he flexed his butt muscles for me showing me that on the outside of his cheeks shown a big dimple where the muscles tightened and depressed. Looking up to his head, I saw that the back and the sides of his hair was neatly cut, professional, but the front was more preppy. Even as the rest of his hair was cut neat, he let his bangs grow out longer and had them brushed over his right eye. If it was tousled, it would've hung over his eye and hid it completely. His bangs also had a lighter brown or blond streaked into it. From the way it was subtle, I assumed it was natural from all the time he spent in the sun from practice. Finishing my examination of this beautiful person standing before me, I looked back at his face and said, "Wow." "What," he asked through a breathy laugh and smile. "I never noticed how beautiful you really are." Waving off the comment, he said, "Oh, please." "No, seriously," I said as sincere as possible. "Before Christmas, I never really noticed people. Their looks or anything, I just saw them. But after what you've taught me and what Kelly said, it's like I have new eyes." "Who's Kelly?" he asked. "That girl I was sitting with at lunch. She said that your eyes were gorgeous. Best she's ever seen and that got me thinking...I never noticed them until today. That's why I wanted to look you over." Looking truthfully into his eyes, I told him again, "You're beautiful." Todd reached out his hand to me and put it on my back and pulled me gently into his chest and closed the gap between our lips. This kiss wasn't the messy open mouth kiss we shared our first time, but instead, a soft, gentle kiss. Looking back on it, I read more into it that he did. Being just a little nervous in a new place, I broke the kiss and asked him about his parents. "They're both at work. They won't be here until after five." Leaning back towards me, he kissed me again then pulled away. "I think I'm going to make you pay up on what you owe me today," he said smiling. "Both of `em?" I asked, kinda nervous. "Nah, just one today. Consider this the class of fine tuning. You already know how to suck dick, today, I'm going to help you refine it." He placed his lips against mine again as his hands went to my belt. I moved my hands to help, but he grabbed them and lightly pushed them away. I placed my hands on his shoulders while he started undressing me. After he unbuttoned my belt, he slowly pulled it from around my waist and dropped it on the floor then started working on my pants. He unbuttoned the top button then realized there wasn't a zipper and worked on the other five buttons until they were all unfastened. Spreading the front, he slid his hands inside and moved them to my sides and slid them down past my hips. He nonchalantly pushed me backwards until I ran into his bed and fell upon it. While I was down, he pulled my shoes off and then removed my socks. Grabbing the bottom of my pants, each leg in each of his hands, he pulled until they hit the floor. Crawling up the bed and my body, his hands felt all of me from my feet to the waistband of my underwear, where he hooked a couple of fingers inside and tugged them down over my feet. He motioned for me to move back on the bed and when I did, he got on his knees and leisurely crawled up the bed while straddling my left leg as he did it. He stopped only when his left knee was slightly pressed against my scrotum and reached out his hand for me to take. After pulling me into a sitting position, he grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head and then leaned down for another kiss. The way he broke our kiss was by pushing me back on the bed. Tossing the shirt aside, he fell down toward me but stopped himself with his hands on either side of my shoulders. He lowered his face again but allowed his lips to make contact with my cheeks. After a few quick kisses, he worked his way down to my neck, kissing, first the sides then walked his lips over to my prominent Adam's apple. Instinctively, my hands went to the back of his head and pulled slightly, letting him know I was enjoying everything he was doing to me. Pulling his head down, his lips made contact with my chest. Kissing every spot in between my nipples then finally engulfing each one into his mouth and assaulting them with his tongue while sucking ever so gently. Every time I felt force on my nipples, a small moan escaped my lips. After he figured I had had enough, he moved even lower, kissing each slightly formed ab along the way to my belly button. When he arrived, he startled and tickled me by sticking his tongue inside. My hands went from the back of his head to pushing him away and covering my belly button. He lifted up slightly and looked at me and smiled. "It tickled," I said, and put my head back on the bed. He pried my hands from my belly button, kissed over my navel and kept up on his voyage downward. I was surprised that all the time his lips were touching my skin, I never got erect. I was trying hard to concentrate on what he was doing that I didn't even let my crotch become part of the equation. That is, until he licked the head. When he did, I could swear I could feel the blood leave the rest of my body and race to my penis. Before it could even start growing, he engulfed it completely and in response, I inhaled sharply at the wonderful sensation he gave me. While it was still soft, he flicked it with his tongue until it started to become rigid. Once my penis started to grow, he bobbing up and down, slowly, until it was as hard as stone. Nose deep in my pubic hair, I could feel his throat muscles working the head of my engorged dick. The feeling was intense and caused me to start an almost endless moan, expressing the pleasure I was feeling. He softly grabbed my scrotum with is left hand and gently rolled my balls back and forth through his fingers with his right hand flat on my pubic hair, fingers spanning my dick. As the intensity grew, my nerve endings were starting to overload. He reached up at one point and grazed one of my nipples with his right hand and electricity flew to three spots in my body. My other nipple, my navel and my dick, at which point I let out a yelp then continued my moaning. He never stopped his pleasuring of me. Slowly, he would sink onto me completely, pulled sucking force on my dick while still in his throat, gave a little, low hum, then would slowly drag his lips back to the head. The intensity was so strong, I grabbed both hands full of the comforter we were on and tried to hold out longer, for I didn't want it to end. I only held out a few more minutes before I had to beg him to stop. The pleasure was becoming too great and I needed a rest. I wasn't even near the verge of cumming, but all the feelings I was having made me feel like I was about to pass out from bliss. When he pulled off me, reluctantly, I realize it was because I wasn't breathing again, and lack of oxygen was making me feel woozy. "Are you about to blow?" he asked, puzzled as to why I had him stop. "No. I just needed a break for a second," I lied and smiled to reassure him. He crawled back up and kissed me before lying next to me and flinging an arm across my chest. Once I had my breath back, I grabbed his hand and interlocked our fingers for a moment before I moved to straddle his hips with my body. I leaned down and gave another gentle kiss before moving to his neck as he had done to me. When I did, his hands went to the back of my head and roamed to my upper back; throwing comments to me letting me know he was enjoying what I was doing. When I got to his chest, he was still wearing the tee shirt so I let my hands travel along the top of his torso and reached the edge of the shirt and started pulling upward. He arched his back to allow the fabric to come to its farthest point up his body then he reached back behind his head and pulled the shirt off completely and threw it across the room. When I saw his chest, the first thought I had was that he was modeled after the Greek Gods. He was the protégé of the modern God. It was almost as if he was carved from the most valuable marble found on Earth and they named it Todd Blyth. His chest was rock hard from his workouts and football practice. Each nipple stood erect as it was surrounded by the few hairs growing out of the medium brown areolas. They were housed on two of the most beautiful pecks I had ever known existed. Seeing the shape of his chest, it sloped out, slightly and then curved under the muscles, leading down to his six, almost eight pack abs. If ever the family washing machine went down, all his mother had to do was ask him to wash the clothes in the shower. Seeing his full body on display, I noticed there wasn't a blemish on him. Not even a scar. Realizing I was staring instead of giving the pleasure he so deserved, I placed my chest upon his and let my lips brush his neck again then followed the same journey he had taken on my body, willing my brain to remember the slightly sweet/salty taste of his perfect skin. When I finally got to his penis, I first drew my tongue across his pubic hair and inhaled deeply smelling the faintest hint of soap mixed with his masculine odor. My dick jumped immediately at the smell wafting in my nose. Moving further downward, I pulled my tongue along the top of the meaty, still flaccid shaft before me. When I got to the head, I reached up and moved his penis out of the way and flicked my tongue across his scrotum. I got a great reaction from Todd. He inhaled and laughed at the same time. Without stopping, he started writhing beneath me. "Oh, God, it tickles and feels awesome at the same time." His first description troubled me because it wasn't my intention, so I corrected the problem by attaching my lips to his balls while still moving my tongue on his testicles. His laughing stopped but his breathing became deeper and his hands moved to my head and held me there while my tongue and lips did their magic. I first sucked one ball in my mouth and pulled on it with pressure while my tongue traveled on the skin, mapping each wrinkle and vein it experienced. "Shit, Blake. I never knew my balls were that sensitive. Keep doing that, please. Just don't stop." I took orders well. I dropped the first testicle out of my mouth and traveled the short distance to the second and repeated the process. He was flailing his head back and forth while keeping pressure on the back of my head with his hands. Once he started bucking his hips a little, I decided to stop torturing him and work on what I wanted. His dick had hardened, so I knew I wouldn't be able to take him all the way, but wanted this practice session not to go to waste. I gently let his scrotum fall from my lips and tongued my way up his shaft and licked the head, encircling my tongue on the tip. As I pulled my tongue across the slit, I tasted his precum. The sweet taste encouraged me to continue and start the effort of giving him just as much pleasure as he had given me. I took the head in my mouth and just sucked with pressure to get any precum that was left. Once it was clear, I slowly sank on his enlarged dick, moving my tongue as much as possible. "Damn, Blake, you're a fast learner. That feels amazing." His hands were gently putting pressure on my head as he said it, letting me sink farther down. When I answered him, it was in a low hum, saying thanks. When I did answer, he caught his breath in his throat as if someone had scared him. I hummed again and the same response with more pressure from his hands. I knew it was a good thing and threw in a hum sporadically. After I got used to the feel of him in my mouth, I tried working him farther down into my throat, but every time I thought it was going to enter, my gag reflex kicked in and I had to pull off. I continued to try while training my gag reflex to allow him to go down further. Each time, I think a got a few centimeters past the last point before it would kick in and make me pull off. Todd knew what I was doing and didn't stop me, but instead, watched me, giving me pointers. At one point, he told me to open my throat and try again, so I moved what I thought was the right muscle in my throat and sank down. I guess it wasn't the right muscle and my gag reflex kicked in so hard, I had to pull off completely. "Darn," I said, mad and wiped the back of my mouth with my hand. Todd giggled again at hearing `darn'. Looking at him, I asked, "How do you open your throat?" "I really don't know. You just do." "That helps a lot," I said, sinking to my heels while kneeling on the bed. Pulling himself up to lean on one elbow, he said, "Here, give me your hand. The way I learned was by someone showing me what was going on." Confused, I placed my hand in his. He pulled it up to his throat and had my wrap it around his neck like I was going to choke him. When it was in place, Todd put his hand on top of my fingers and thumb and pushed up and in until I felt the bottom, back of his jaw then he opened his mouth wide. Next, he said `ahhh' like you would do at the doctor's office. Only, he changed pitches and when he did, the lower pitch opened his throat just a hair and I felt it. "Did you feel that?" he asked. "Yeah. Felt weird." "Okay, now I'll do the same thing without the sound." With my hand in place, he closed his jaw and used the same muscle and opened his throat. "Cool," I said, feeling him closing and opening his throat repeatedly. "Now, you try," he instructed me. I put my hand around my neck and felt for the same spot I had on Todd then did the `ahhh' trick. When I felt my throat open just a little, I did it again without the sound and found that I could open my throat. I had a picture that I looked like a frog blowing out the bottom part of his throat when he croaked. "Cool," I exclaimed. "Let me try again." Todd laid back on the bed and I went down on him again with a little more gusto than last time and got my mouth used to him again. This time when I went down as far as I could go, I was staring at the base of his dick watching it disappear with a little more ease than before. I felt the head slip past the point it reached last time and felt it slowly enter my throat, when it stopped. I pushed a little more and still it didn't move. I made it a point that I was going to take him all and forced myself down and nearly gagged when I did. Once again, I had to pull myself off before I vomited. "I did it," I said, pleased with myself. "That was an improvement," he said looking at me and giggling. I know I probably looked stupid to him, but I was proud of myself for taking it all in, even if it was for a split second. "How about we continue the lesson next time? Now I just want to get you off." Smiling, Todd said, "Sounds good to me." Grabbing his dick, I lowered my mouth back to engulf him and worked on him with excitement. My goal was his cum and I needed to taste it. His hands replaced themselves back on my head and helped give me a push on every down stroke. I worked on him for about ten minutes, all the while, him telling me how good it felt and gave small directions. When I knew he was happy with my technique, I worked on my final goal, which I knew wouldn't be long. As I was sucking him, I reached for his scrotum but felt it tight against the base of his dick and knew that any moment he was going to cum. I pinched a good amount of skin gently between my thumb and finger and started pulling to loosen the skin around his testicles. When I did, he started moaning and that gave me fervor to take him over the edge. A moment later he told me he was close. I pulled the skin on his balls with gentle force and started moving the still tight skin between my fingers. That threw him over the edge. "Holy, shit, I'm cumming." Todd removed his hands and started beating the bed. His dick was as hard as a rock and when the first shot flew out, his dick jumped violently. The first spurt of cum came with such force that it almost flew down my throat, but because I wasn't expecting it, I almost choked. Instead, I swallowed what was there and closed my throat so I could enjoy what he was giving me. The whole while he came, I continued my up and down motion with my hand and pulling pressure with my mouth. Through it all, Todd was cussing up a storm. I don't think I ever heard so many bad words at one time. From that old saying, I figured this was how sailors talked. When he finished cumming, I was still working his shaft through my hand and in my mouth when he started violently bucking his hips. He threw his hands to my head and practically begged me to stop. When I did, I gradually pulled my mouth off his dick and when it was finally free of my lips, Todd relaxed completely. I sat up and noticed that I still had a mouth full of cum so I started to swallow. There was no taste until I had just a little left on my tongue and smacked my lips to allow my taste buds to loose control. After his sweet, slightly salty cum trekked down my throat, I looked at him. He was lying back with his head turned to his right, eyes closed with both hands resting on his chest. Looking down, I saw that there was still some cum leaking out of the slit of his dick and lowered my mouth to engulf him once again. "Oh, shit, no, no, no. You have to stop," he said, trying to pull my face from his crotch. "Why?" "Way too sensitive. I've never cum that hard before." "I just wanted to get it all. You still had some cum on your dick." "You can stroke it, just don't put it in your mouth for a few more minutes," and put his head back down. I did as he said and stroked it from base to tip and each time, a little more cum would rise to the surface. When it was in danger of falling down his shaft, I leaned over and licked it from the tip. When I did, I heard him inhale hard, but when he realized that was all I was doing, he relaxed again. I crawled up next to him and put my head on his chest so I could stare at his beautiful face while he relaxed. "When he opened his eyes, he saw me looking and smiled at me. "You were amazing," he said and leaned in for a small kiss. "I liked doing it. This could become addicting," I smiled back. "I have never cum so hard in my life. What did you do?" he asked. "Same thing you did to me, but I knew your balls were sensitive and I pulled on them a little as you were cumming." "That's what that was. I never did that when I jerked off before so I didn't know. I'm going to have to try that next time." Smiling, I said, "There might not have to be a next time if we can figure out how to get together on a regular basis." "That sounds great. When do you think you can come back?" "I don't know. I'll have to ask my dad. Knowing him, he probably won't let me come over but twice a week. Three times, if I'm lucky." "That sucks." "It's better than not at all," I said to him. "True." Staring at me a minute, he said, "You know, I'm glad I met you." "Me, too." "Wow. Now that I got my second wind, let me take care of you." Looking at my watch, I noticed I only had fifteen minutes before my curfew. "Can't. I gotta be home soon." "But, I wanted to make you cum," he said in protest. "Listen, today was about you. Remember, I owed you two, now I've paid half my debt. Besides, this'll be good jerk off material for tonight and if I'm late, my dad might not ever let me help you with your..." clearing his throat, "homework again." "Well, you better get going. I definitely want you to come back." Sitting up, Todd pulled me into a long, lingering kiss before I pulled away and walked over to my clothes. He watched me with every article of clothing I had until I was completely dressed. Grabbing my bag, I started walking to the door when Todd stopped me and walked over to kiss me goodbye. "See ya at school tomorrow." I gave a smile and waved as I pulled his door closed behind me. To be continued. . . Emails welcomed at dsc110875@hotmail.com Hope you enjoyed!!!